Nonetheless, today I climbed into the pigpen. The door was stuck closed from a mound of compacted straw and pigshit piled up behind it, and I had to get it open and let the pig out. Why? Why would I loose the ravening beast? Out of pity. He is now too big to fit into either of the pig houses, and he can't get out of the weather. Even though he is slated to die in less than two weeks, I can't let him lie out in the cold and rain. I don't want him to suffer, and I don't want him to get sick.
So I armed myself with a rake and hopped over the fence. He assumed I was going to feed him, of course, and ran right up to me and started screaming and butting me with his shockingly strong snout. Losing my balance, terrified of falling into the "mud," I hit him with the rake. It didn't hurt him a bit, of course. I don't think anything I could do would hurt him a bit.
So here I am, scraping ineffectually along the bottom of the gate, removing the compost by the quarter-inch, and walloping the pig every ten seconds or so with the back end of the rake whenever he nudges me in the back of the knees with his horrible snuffley nose. He doesn't stop screaming, either.
Did I mention that it's snowing like a mad bastard?
Well, it took me about a half hour, but I got the door open, and I didn't get knocked down in the pigpen, either. I'm really looking forward to some fresh new bacon, though. I really am.
Do you do anything with the pelt? I had a pair of pigskin slippers once, lined on the inside with wool, which were really nice. It seems like maybe curing and tanning the hide would be a very farmy family kind of thing to do (not yourselves the first time, obviously, but I bet there's a tanner or taxidermist who could do it/point you in the right direction.). Then you'd have a couple of square yards of nice leather to do something with.
ReplyDeleteIs it still called leather if it ain't a cow?
That must be a bit of a juxtoposition..from cute as a bug's nose to scary screaming man eater.
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Well, bro, this is still an issue. Even tho Homero has decided not to kill the pig this time around (which disappointed fransisco, who wants to help), he is still annoyed by the amount of pig-product we don't get when we have Keizer meats do it. We don't get the skin (I might get them to leave it here for me, but it would just be a wet, bloody, greasy heap), we don't get the head, or the trotters, or anything. There's some complicated laws involved and hide and hooves don't go into the facility. Neither does anything come out except in a deep-frozen state. No fresh meat for sausage-making. No chicharron. We're working on it.
ReplyDeleteQuite the literary picture, Aimee! ;) My hungry puppies pale in comparison, even at supper time, to the sounds and poking of your pig. Or, should we call him beast? Sounds like he put on a pretty good show for ya. lol
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